• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 02
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The Light

Standing on a rock

A shadow cast at night
From where?
What light?

The rocks are harsh and jagged
But in the dark they look smooth and worn
reaching for the light
She hoped there were no thorns

The light it seemed so happy
It seemed so bright and warm
Reaching out to touch it
Hoping to take some home

Was the light in front of her
Or was it coming from behind
Maybe it was happening
Maybe the sun and stars aligned

Then she paused and smiled
Because then she understood
The light it came from within her
and she knew it would be all good